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‘How did she fare?’
‘It’s hard to say, Sire. A trip outside has done her well in the past but this time seemed different somehow.’
‘We’ll keep a close eye on her. And there’s a change of servant today, isn’t there.’
‘You think a new face might make things worse? I can alter things.’
‘No… proceed. We don’t want the children to think that something’s wrong. And besides, she’s rarely paid any mind to who brings her food.’
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The tray trembled as another wave of shivers took hold. Eldrian paused in his steps to steady himself. No doubt the girl would be unhappy with her food ending up on the floor this first day.
All alone. Dodeb had some other job now and the key to the tower rested heavy in the confines of Eldrian’s pants pocket. With a deep breath, he stepped onwards.
Never before had the bridge seemed quite so long nor the ravine so inviting by comparison to what lay ahead. Logic told him not to fear. Logic said that this terror had been faced before without harm. Logic went unheeded for his heart shouted far louder with its dull, steady beats.
Remember, she’ll probably be sleeping. Just put the tray down and leave. Dodeb had explained the night before. And don’t bother her or startle her or anything like that, ah?
Those words had made it sound as if the girl were some soulless creature that existed purely to exist, not a living Kelad. Either way, it didn’t matter. He had no plans to heed those instructions.
Up and up the steps he climbed in a constant struggle with his burden. The crutch remained back at the dorm, no longer needed, but a limp still filled Eldrian’s gait. Ordinarily it didn’t get much in the way, stairs changed that.
At last the door loomed over the spiral’s crest. Eldrian stopped before it, set down the girl’s breakfast, and withdrew the key from his pocket. He pressed it into the lock and fumbled with the right way to turn. A dull thunk marked the lock’s acceptance and he picked up the tray before pushing inside.
Gloom, of course, greeted Eldrian’s eyes. He stood in the threshold for nearly a minute as he waited for his eyes to adjust. No girl in sight. Not yet, at least. With a deep breath, he strode inside, walking in a rigid line to the table where he placed her food. Then he moved back to the door and started to close it. The lock on the inside told him that he wasn’t about to imprison himself.
Would you really have time to unlock it again? Logic asked. No, not if things reached that stage. But at the very least, he could make a preemptive retreat. Maybe. Hopefully.
Click went the door as bolts slid into place, sealing the tower once again. Eldrian turned around to face the girl’s room, closed off at the moment.
Just leave, begged Reason. She doesn’t matter.
A near-inaudible creak brought an end to that possibility. It had come from the girl’s room. A footstep? In the minutes that passed, more noises emerged. Wood sliding against wood, something thudding shut, more creaks of the floorboards. Finally the girl’s door began to swing ajar.
Her voice hadn’t yet graced his ears so she couldn’t have seen him. Even when she emerged, padding through the dark, she didn’t jump in fright at her uninvited guest. She passed Eldrian by, with barely two meters between them, like a ghost sliding on the air. Then came a scrape as she sat at her table and began on breakfast.
How long could this go on until her voice finally chanced upon him?
Don’t startle her, Dodeb warned again. But she could be startled either way. Better to announce his presence, right?
Eldrian’s finger crept through the air towards the girl’s shoulder. She had her onyxian hair running straight down her back and out of the way of eating. As always, her occumarks looked a bit like she had covered her face in the dark makeup that rich women sometimes wore and then cried profusely. But Vocals couldn’t cry.
His hand reached her and she jumped. A clatter resounded as her spoon slapped against the bowl of porridge.
Immediately the girl’s voice filled Eldrian’s ears and she flowed to her feet. He flinched, stepped back and tried to look as unthreatening as possible.
‘Who are you? You shouldn’t be here,’ said the girl, her voice warbling and twisting every which way, distorted by her earmuffs. She pressed up to the wall behind her as though she were the one who needed to be afraid.
That act made Eldrian’s blood flow a little warmer. ‘Don’t you remember?’ he asked.
The girl tilted her head towards the roof, then back again. ‘Ah, now go.’
The sternness in her voice almost made Eldrian obey. Almost. ‘I wanted to talk to you.’
Her occumarks creased a little in a frown. ‘Talk? No, you want to look at me more. You can’t fool me. Just like all the others.’
‘No, I want to talk, I swear. Just talk. I can’t see anything in this dark’
The girl looked down and her voice faded for a short while. Was she thinking about the offer? It sounded more as if it confused her.
‘It is dark… Nah, you have to go,’ she said at last. ‘Leave me alone.’
This time she sounded far more firm. A command rather than a request. Almost like Miss Belamy.
‘But—’
‘Go!’ she shouted and it sounded as much a cry of terror on her behalf as it did his.
Eldrian stepped back, turning around halfway across the room. His fingers stumbled over the lock as he keyed it open. She watched him as he ran back downstairs but her voice faded in the end.
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Food tasted bland. The walls and pictures looked bland and so too felt the floor beneath her bare feet. But it hadn’t always been that way. In fact, just last week she remembered rolling out of bed in a good mood. Now everything seemed so gray, no matter how much effort she put into seeing colors.
The girl tip-toed over to a window box on the north side of her tower. She let sunlight in for the plants now and then but they were from the north so a shortage of light didn’t matter too much to them. Mostly they wrapped their sticky little tendrils around any insects that crept into her room and ate those instead. The one on the far right must have just caught a fly by the way its leaves were steadily curling towards the center. Yet she found no satisfaction in it.
Nothing seemed to satisfy her this morning. Not the drawings she made nor the carvings that lay strewn about her bedroom. She stared outside at the goings on but found them mundane. Why? They hadn’t changed. It almost felt as if she looked at them through a different voice. Impossible. Her earmuffs still sat on her head, wretchedly securing the world in its muteness.
In the drudgery, the girl found her thoughts wandering with inevitability towards that boy from earlier. Eldrian? That sounded right. The same one who had crashed through her roof now brought her food. It seemed too much of a coincidence. Sire Mastro must have forced him into it as way of apology. Perhaps that was what the boy had wanted earlier. He could save the breath.
She lay still upon her bed, voice silent and unseeing. Like this, the world vanished and time lost all meaning. Keladesh could be burning around her for all it mattered. She found herself hoping for exactly that. Maybe then the earmuffs would come off and everyone would beg for her magic to solve the problem. And then she could feel a brief satisfaction in telling them ‘no’.
The girl’s voice crept out to inspect herself as she wondered why she thought those things. They felt alien in one way yet familiar and welcome in another. She fell silent again and scratched at the side of her head where a long curve of scabs and dried blood swept beneath her hair. The girl gave her earmuffs a twist, a tug and she cringed when the metal clawed in. As secure as ever.
Nothing’s changed, so what’s wrong.
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‘Dajoo see why
you’re so stupid now?’ asked Iyda. Before getting an answer, she twisted away from the table and coughed into her arm several times. Her face was covered in dust and several cobwebs were caught in her hair.
‘Ah, I guess so,’ Eldrian mumbled when she looked back.
‘Good. So don’t talk to her again.’
‘I won’t.’ He hadn’t even seen her for the lunch delivery. The door to her room had been closed. Not the way Eldrian wanted to do things. But Iyda, every child here, in fact, seemed to be right.
‘Why dijoo even want to talk to her?’
Eldrian shrugged. He barely knew his own reason. Maybe if he really thought it over he might come up with something but it hardly mattered.
‘Oh well.’ Iyda nibbled deeper and deeper into the core of her apple. She had to be reaching the tough parts by now. ‘Kaveyeda says she found a big nest of tunnel spiders in the cellar. It’s too bad we missed it, ah?’
Eldrian gave a nod that he didn’t entirely agree with. Tunnel spiders were nasty things. Why did Iyda feel bad about missing them but not about the girl in the tower?
‘At least you have lots of time to read books now.’
Another nod. And read he had, for most of the morning. That had been part of the appeal of this task, originally. The chance to read between meals for the girl. But doing so alone reminded Eldrian too much of his old home. How often had he whiled away the hours with his face planted in the pages of a book? So deep and vivid where the journeys that, just earlier, he had looked up and been surprised to see the manor’s library rather than the back garden of home. So rather than swimming neatly up from a story, he choked on the rude awakening of reality.
‘Why dajoo like books, ah? They’re just pictures and words.’
Eldrian masked his smile. ‘I don’t know, I just do. It’s like you and stomping things.’ An easier explanation than the actual one. Iyda might understand it this way, too.
The Earthborn girl thought about this for several moments but shook her head in the end. ‘Nah, stomping is everything. Reading is just your eyes.’
Only once Eldrian lay in bed, staring at the ceiling and the cobwebs growing on it, did he realize another interpretation of Iyda’s words. You need eyes to read. Well, not exactly. Vocals had a special language, called litides, that had all lumpy letters so that their voices could find them easily. But how did the girl in the tower manage with her voice so shackled. Would she like to read?
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